After A While The Press Of Business

For An Apple Is In It Self A Little Universe; The Seed, Hotter Than The Other Parts Thereof, Is Its Sun, Which Diffuses About It Self That Natural Heat Which Preserves Its Globe: And In The Onion, The Germ Is The Little Sun Of That Little World, Which Vivifies And Nourishes The Vegetative Salt Of That Little Mass.

The Insufferable Arrogance Of Human Beings To Think That Nature Was Made Solely For Their Benefit, As If It Was Conceivable That The Sun Had Been Set Afire Merely To Ripen Men's Apples And Head Their Cabbages.

'and For My Part, Gentlemen,' Said I, 'that I May Put In For A Share, And Guess With The Rest; Not To Amuse Myself With Those Curious Notions Wherewith You Tickle And Spur On Slow-paced Time; I Believe, That The Moon Is A World Like Ours, To Which This Of Ours Serves Likewise For A Moon.'

Well - When I Write My Book, And Tell The Tale Of My Adventures - All These Little Stars That Shake Out Of My Cloak - I Must Save Those To Use For Asterisks.

I May Climb Perhaps To No Great Heights, But I Will Climb Alone.